You have not lived until you step outside in your brand new fancy for work sweater…
…and a giant sorrel sneezes all over it.
Did I do thaaaaat?!?!
(and because it wouldn’t be MY life if it were “only” that… you REALLY haven’t lived until you realize that the POINT BLANK alfafa/mucus attack is also all over your pants and has soaked through the beautiful first-time-you-ever-wore-it sweater to your undershirt. You’re welcome)
(and you REALLY REALLY haven’t lived until you run in the house shrieking and your husband assumes it’s the 5-year old and hollers at him to be quiet. But you might NOT live if you are said husband and you fall out of your chair laughing at the equine accessories dripping off your wife’s new outfit. At least wait until she quits screaming.)